After being plagued by nightmares with an excessively high Vodka concentration all night, Conan climbed out of bed the next day with dark circles under his eyes.
Conan: "..." This organization was far more terrifying than he had imagined. What made it terrifying was that it hid dragons and tigers alike—unless you got deeply involved, you had no way of knowing who was truly the most dangerous.
He decided to etch the words "appearances can be deceiving" firmly into his very being from now on. He would never again be swayed by other people's opinions, relying only on his own eyes to judge.
...Although, in his original judgment, Vodka had seemed much the same... But no matter what, this incident was a fine lesson. He would never fall into the same pit twice!
Deeply affected, the elementary school student silently clenched his fist and made up his mind.
After breakfast, Conan headed to school with a heavy heart, pondering as he walked where exactly he should use that antidote.
Suddenly, a car passed by him. Conan looked up as if sensing something and saw an affordably priced vehicle, with a flash of bright color faintly visible inside.
—The driver was a blonde woman: Teacher Jodie, the English instructor who had often been turning around near them some time ago.
The car flashed past. Conan fell silent for a moment. "..." He had not expected Teacher Jodie to replace the car that had fallen into the river and been swept away by the current with something so understated and practical.
But more than that, the person sitting beside Teacher Jodie...
"Why does he look a little like that kidnapper from before?" Conan eyed him suspiciously. "That guy escaped so easily even after I hit him with a Crane. He definitely isn't